Weird Morbid Cycle

Life, Love, Death
friends and family that all left
they left to be loved by another
like i never was by my own mother
I stare at the moon yet again
my comfort from the darkness, from when it all began
dripping red liquid all over me and my bed
unless you a complete idiot you know im dead…
Life, Love, Death

Love, Death, Life
there all nothing to me, I use a scythe
reep my soul
it wont even leave a hole
my soul is already gone
and everyday I lay on the lawn
stare at the moon, the light of the night
staring, hopeing to forget my life
Love, Death, Life